It only took two minutes
Her eyes a stoic green
Brought me to a beating heart
Brought me to my knee
A trickster, a hipster
I, the man of her dream
so jealous, so overzealous
She's a drama queen
A two step I won't forget
A date, a dance, or three,
A kiss, a chance,
A real romance,
A catch, an expiry.
Two minutes and I slip
I slip into fantasy,
I slip into a state
Disregarding fate
Where she is everything.
Her plane left on time
Charcoal moonless eve,
Her static kiss sullen,
A simple "I'm sorry."
On some cinematic scene,
An HD portrait,
Paid well for it,
On a 32 inch screen.
Her dance gone cold,
Tired eyes of green,
Tired of the dance,
Tired of the dream.
Still forever I am harbored
In our two minute ecstasy.
Never would I come near though,
She is not the girl for me.
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